Freckles Over Dimples

Freckles Over Dimples

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Last published Wed, May 29, 2019

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I believe I, Veronica Rivers, was living a perfectly normal life until my mother began analyzing business deals more than my academic performances. And that was saying alot. It had taken me seventeen years to realize that not all people stay, and although that was one of the lessons my father raised me with, I had never weighed those words much until now. However, a lesson I had yet to learn was that what is meant for me, will never miss me. That probably explains why an overly-secretive Ace stepped into the misery that is my life, and decided to make it a myriad times more pitiful. What you will find astounding, is that I forgot to mention that I live in a town called Killington. And I'm not talking about its relatively small population, but how the person you saw across the street could be a superhero featured on every news channel. Lately, there have been some new additions to the group of wannabe-gods - and a strikingly charming guy is one of them. 𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞, 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲.

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